The little sect down the lane

Every time I drive by the big box down on the corner, only one phrase comes to mind: "Yippety Creek Church." Of course, that's not its real name. I will not say what that is, to protect the sacriligious. I visited the place not too many months ago. My favorite moment was when one of the elders got up to give his testimony. I was expecting the typical "accepted Christ-fell away-rededicated my life-listened to secular music-rededicated-partied-cried at a campfire to "Pass it On"-rededicated" kind of scenario. No. Apparently I have been off-track on these newfangled testimonies. Now they consist of "How God Put My Family Back Together." This guy's entire testimony consisted of rantings about how much he loves his church because of all it does to "strengthen families." No mention of sin, salvation, Jesus Christ, forgiveness, the blood, the cross -- nada. So let me get this straight. God now exists to strengthen my family? Guess we'll have to toss Luke 12:51-53. It's all yippety, yippety, yippety in these goofy sects. Flash and no substance. Loud music, stupid ditties, a sea of Dockers, no Scripture reading, no pastoral prayer, Starbucks, big screens, lots of capri pants-sleeveless sweater combos, worship of-and-not-by family, hardly any biblical law and no gospel whatsoever. I want to scream out: Where is the Holy One of Israel? Don't you even miss Him?
I'll be adding rants about YCC on a regular basis. But that's my initial beef.